Rose-Elizabeth
Emperor Crigh reigns from on high,
On a silly throne of broken bones,
He rules to this day,
In a world without the brave.
The roses lined the path perfectly. She turned, with the intention of telling him this, and stopped. Shock flowed through her body. "No, no! Stop!" fell from her lips. He had begun to prune away the rose bushes. He wondered what was wrong; he knew that the roses could not be that close to the path. Though it was too late, he had with one quick movement, ruined the ambiance of the entire garden.